登入Damien’s POV“Stay behind me.” I say it to Lena, but she doesn’t move. The elevator keeps climbing. Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen. The numbers light up one by one like a countdown I should have seen coming sooner. “What did you do?” she asks. I don’t answer; no point.She already knows enough to ask the question. I move to the hall and slide the original drive into my pocket. The laptop stays on the island. The phone goes face down beside it. If this is Aurora, she’ll go for the obvious first. Good. Let her. The elevator dings. Doors open.Aurora steps out first; of course she does. No hesitation, no fear on her face, just that same terrible stillness she wore the night I stopped being the man she could be managed by.Sebastian is half a step behind her; of course he is too. He doesn’t look at me first. He looks at the room. Windows. Island. Lena, distances, and exits. Then he looks at me. I hate him for that. “You should have called before coming up,” I say.Aurora shuts the penthouse
Damien’s POV“Delete it.”Vincent doesn’t waste time with hellos. I hold the phone away from my ear for a second and look at it like maybe I misheard him. Then I put it back. “No.” Silence. Not because he is shocked, but because he is deciding how much threat to use first. Good. Let him think.I’m already doing enough of that for both of us.The penthouse is too quiet around me. Too high. Too clean. Too full of expensive things I used to think meant control. Now it just feels like a box with windows.“Damien,” Vincent says, and my name in his mouth sounds like a warning label. “You are not in a position to negotiate.”“I think I am in exactly that position.”My laptop is open on the kitchen island. Two copies of the video file on the screen. One local. One uploaded to a private drive under a name no one would guess unless they knew me well enough to hate me properly.The meeting outside Aurora’s building. Arthur, Victoria, Lucas, and I. And in the corner of the frame, Aurora was walki
Aurora’s POV“Wake up. He’s on television.”Nadia’s voice cuts straight through sleep. My eyes open fast. For one disorienting second, I don’t know where I am. Then I feel the hard chair under me, the ache in my neck, and the steady warmth beside me.Sebastian. I must have fallen asleep against his shoulder. He’s awake already. Of course he is.The small television mounted in the corner of the bank’s private room is on. Volume low. The news ticker is moving too fast. Vincent Reed stands on the screen in a dark coat with a line of lawyers behind him and two familiar faces just far enough back to matter.Victoria.Raymond. My stomach drops, not because they’re there, but because they look prepared.Vincent looks straight into the cameras like the whole city belongs to him again. “This morning,” he says smoothly, “my family became the target of a coordinated extortion attempt involving stolen internal records, falsified inheritance claims, and the exploitation of private medical files.”
Aurora's POV"You should eat something."Sebastian says it like he has been holding the sentence for an hour. Maybe he has. We are still in the bank's private room. Mrs. Dorian brought water twenty minutes ago. Arthur fell asleep in his chair ten minutes after that. The originals are locked in the deposit box. The copies are in my bag. The receipts are in my pocket.And I am sitting across from Sebastian Reed with nothing left to fight. That should feel like relief. It feels like falling."I'm not hungry," I say. "You haven't eaten since before the dinner." "The dinner was yesterday." "Exactly," I almost argue.Then my stomach decides for me, loud enough that Sebastian hears it. His mouth moves, not a smile. Close enough to be annoying. "Fine," I say.He stands and disappears through the door. When he comes back four minutes later, he is carrying two sandwiches wrapped in paper and two bottles of water. Plain and simple. Nothing about it is designed to impress.That matters. After a n
Sebastian's POV"How long do we have?"Aurora answers before she is fully through the bank door. "Sunset." That is not enough time to celebrate and too much time to waste on fear. Good.I take the receipt from her hand. Filed. Stamped. Real. The kind of paper that cannot be unfiled no matter how many lawyers Vincent throws at it in the next four hours, but a counter-challenge can delay it and bury it.Bleed it dry in procedural loops until the truth dies of old age in a filing cabinet.I know how this works.I grew up inside it."What does he need for a counter-challenge?" Nadia asks from the table where she is still guarding the originals like a woman who has learned in one night that paper is the only thing powerful men actually fear."Standing," I say. "Legal basis. A signature from a current trust beneficiary arguing the challenge was filed without proper authority."Aurora sits down hard. "He has standing." "Yes." "And legal basis?""He'll manufacture it." And a signature?"I loo
Aurora's POV"Watch where you're going."The man says it as he bumps my shoulder hard enough to knock the folder loose from my arm. I catch it, barely. He keeps walking. Too fast, too deliberate.That was not an accident. I grip the folder tighter and keep moving toward the judicial office three blocks ahead. The sidewalk is busy enough that one hard shoulder check could pass for rudeness. But the way he moved straight into my path and out again without looking back felt rehearsed.My burner buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out.Sebastian. Three missed calls, then a message.Vincent has someone at the office. Answer me. My pulse kicks hard once. I type back while walking. I know. Keep moving; don't come. The reply is instant. Too late, of course it is. I shove the phone back into my pocket and scan the street ahead.The judicial office sits at the end of the block. Stone steps. Glass doors. One security guard inside the lobby was visible through the window. Two people standing near the
Aurora's POV"Aurora, open this door. Are you dead or something?"Megan's voice cuts through the bathroom door, sharp and annoyed, and then the handle jerks hard under her hand.For one sick second, my whole body locks.Dead.The word slams into me so hard my fingers slip against the sink. I stare
Aurora’s POV“I don’t belong to either of you.” The words leave my mouth before anyone else speaks.Vincent’s smile does not change. Damien goes still beside the table. Sebastian says nothing, but I can feel him shift half a step closer to me.Good.Let them all hear it.Vincent folds his hands in
Sebastian's POV"She was staring at you, sir.""People stare, Lucas.""Not like this." He sets my coffee on the desk and doesn't leave. That alone tells me he has decided this matters more than my schedule. "She wasn't impressed. Wasn't nervous. She was watching you like she already knew something
Nadia's POV"Aurora Sinclair, what is going on with you?"She looks up from her sketchbook like I startled her. But I have been sitting across from her for twenty minutes watching her draw the same line over and over without finishing it, and I am done pretending not to notice."Nothing is going on







